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One week.

It's been one week since she actually talked to him. She rolled on her back when she fell on his voice box once more. She left him messages, texted him and even walked around town to find him; was that obsessive? She sighed, what the heck happened between them... Anyway the message was clear; he was ignoring her. The saddest thing about that situation is that nothing in her body changed, she still had the headaches, she still had the pain; but something else added itself to the list, she felt more than empty. It's like a part of her soul disappeared with him at Salmon's Bay. She lifted herself and sat on the edge of the bed; she needed a coffee to take her mind off those things.

"Come on girl, it's only a breakup." She almost patted herself on the shoulder to encourage herself at that moment; she kind of needed it.

Sheila got up and went to the kitchen, looking around for her coat. As she found it, she opened the front door and made her way outside the silent apartment building. The cold air of the night slammed her in the face; soothing her as always. Seattle was calm at this time, it's like everything around her tried to stay still to keep the silence. Hands in pocket she worked her way to the nearest coffee house; the smell enveloped her nostrils, making her body react to the aroma. She kicked something as she opened the door; making her attention go away for a second. And as clumsy as she was, she bumped into someone making him almost lose his coffee. Her eyes went rapidly up; landing on a familiar face. The young man looked at her, smiling genuinely at her view.

"Hey..." His voice was confident; as always as he gestured her whole self. "Look at you!" His smile never disappeared. Sheila stood in the glass doorway of the coffee house in front of him.

"Andrew!" She seemed more enthusiastic than she actually was; but still, she was very happy to see him. "Long time no see." He nodded at her statement; he didn't recall the last time he actually saw her.

"Want some company?" She looked at him in sceptic way as he passed a hand on his neck; not sure if he asked the right thing.

"Sure!" She opened the door even more to let him in again, almost stuttering at the sudden question.

While she bought her coffee, Sheila tough about how much he changed. Andrew was her ex boyfriend actually, and they were together for so long, the only thing that she remembered was how he was her first love. He was taller than her, but not by much. His blue eyes was piercing with determination that reflected his soul, he had a fierce personality to say the least. Sheila detailed him as she got to the table he chose for them. His blond hairs were short now, making him look much older; even if his infant traits still betrayed him. She sat in front of him, sipping on the hot beverage she just got, smiling at him afterwards. He returned the favor before making himself comfortable in his chair. Sheila crossed her legs and pushed a red strand behind her ear; she had the habit of doing that when she was nervous.

"So what's up with you Sheila, it's been a while." He chuckled sheepishly, remembering how they parted the last time he saw her properly. Sheila shrugged hiding her gaze behind the cup.

Oh not much, I just kind of broke up with my boyfriend who's ignoring me since one week, and by the way he's a Bio-Terrorist, he also bit me on the shoulder and since I'm almost slowly dying at the effects it has on my body.

"Not much actually." She smiled at his frowning face.

"Still into arts?" He pointed at her converse, covered in doodles. He had a keen eye when it came to little details like that. She was almost relieved that he didn't actually ask more questions; he wasn't really a curious person, but then again, he only knew that she didn't want to talk about it when she used that phrase.

Sheila nodded as she looked down at her shoes too. Andrew crossed his arms smiling. He found enjoyable how they were able to sit in front of each other without ripping each other's head out. Frankly, Sheila enjoyed it too.

"How about you? I've heard that you're quite successful in the business environment." He exaggerated a gasp that made her chuckle lightly.

"Hah, let's say it's a rough world out there, it's: eat or be eaten." He scoffed at his own remark. Sheila mumbled an almost silent I guess from across the table. A smirk appeared on his face. "It's nice to see you."

She didn't really know how to feel about his statement; but she felt the same. Andrew was one of the only person that understood her completely, went they parted the fact that she lost her best friend was more overwhelming that the fact that he wasn't her boyfriend anymore. Talking about a boyfriend, Sheila peered down at her phone; still no sign of Delsin, she sighed.

"So I've heard that you had a boyfriend?" It seemed more like fact than a question. Sheila shrugged before sighing in the paper cup.

"Had, actually."

Delsin passed a cold palm on his face, before drinking the rest of his beer. He sat on top of a DUP's tower, looking at the lights the town emitted at night. For once, he enjoyed the silence that roamed in his mind, merging itself to the silence around him.

"What's up Smokes?" A feminine voice pulled him away from his serenity, almost making him loose his stability. The Akomish turned and looked over his shoulder, seeing the flamboyant purple hair that crowned her little body. Abigail's voice was sour; nothing in it made him feel comfortable. He didn't quite remember the last time he saw her. "Where have you been?" Oh did she know where he was.

Delsin sighed a laugh and offered her a beer, looking away. His relationship with Fetch could be compared to her hair; flamboyant. They've slept together once or twice; he couldn't really recall the exact number, but they never had the chance to establish something. He met Sheila after and couldn't help himself. Abigail took it very personal, almost blasting his head out on the other side of the phone; but he controlled Conduit powers, not feelings. The neon Conduit appeared next to him, sitting at a couple inches away from his body. Delsin didn't look at her as she took the beer. He felt her gaze pierce trough his tanned flesh; he actually wished that it did. She cleared her throat after almost drinking the entire can; it seemed like it anyway.

"Normals and Conduits don't match; I thought you'd figure that out by now." She almost sounded enthusiastic; he shrugged smiling at her. He almost found it funny how much she wasn't over that. He looked at his phone as she sneaked to see what he was doing. Maybe she was right; maybe they didn't mix. Fetch fidgeted with the top of her can. "Why did it end?"

He sighed once more. The words rolled on her tongue so fluidly; he kind of hated it. Why did it end actually? He just did what he thought was better for them; but was it? He shrugged. "Circumstances." Fetch scoffed at his ambiguity; looking away. "Fetch..." The girl answered in a hum. "Do you ever get power outbreaks? Like boom, pow..." He gestured himself shooting things. Fetch looked at him with an eyebrow raised.

"Not really, how come?"

"Dunno, it's like I can't contain myself sometimes and my power erupts." The girl frowned at his words; Delsin knew he sounded silly at that moment. "It's like I lose control of my body."

Fetch shrugged and looked away once more. Delsin peered at her thoughtful face. "I've heard about it thought." She was nodding at her own fact. "I've heard in the streets that some Conduits just can't contain all of that juice and just blow." She laughed at his cringing face. "I'm sure it's nothing; you shouldn't worry about it." He smirked in a sceptic way; maybe she was right, as long as Sheila was okay. He looked at the dark canvas that filled the sky. "Emotions and powers don't mix well; just remember to keep your cool and everything's going to be alright." He nodded at her words, peering down at the streets.

She returned to her apartment, Andrew walking her home. She stopped at the entrance door of the building, playing with her huge key set; filled with key chains. His posture made him look much taller than he actually was; Sheila looked away at the view of his smile.

"It was nice seeing you." Andrew paused for a second, looking at her profile. Luckily it was dark so he didn't really see the slight blush that brushed against her pale skin. She brushed a lock of red hair behind her ear. "We should go see a movie or something, someday." He pushed on the someday trying to tell her that she could refuse the invite.

Sheila nodded. "Sure. I'll call you." A smile drew itself on her lips as he nodded in response. A quick goodbye slipped from his mouth before turning on his heels and disappearing in the night. Sheila sighed as she got in the cold building; what did she have to lose anyway? It's like Delsin never existed for her; it's like she never existed for him. The empty feeling she felt in her body reappeared right after Andrew left; it felt like her skin was only an envelope that surrounded void. The key turned into the fluidly into the lock as she stepped in her flat; leaning on the door to close it afterward. She decided at that moment that she'll call Andrew tomorrow. There was nothing wrong to circle yourself with people that made you feel like everything was alright when you go through tough times. Sheila threw her leather coat on the nearest chair, opening the fridge; taking a can of iced tea. Her small fingers unclipped it as she leaned on the kitchen counter. She needed to turn the page for now; was it even healthy to worry that much about a situation that you can't change? She found her state of mind silly at that point. Andrew cam e back at the right moment and she won't let it slip away like that. Did she need him? She chuckled shaking her head lightly at the thought; this was ironic. She didn't need him to fix her, she needed him to be there for her; care for her while she fixed herself, and she knew Andrew could do that for her. As she took a sip from the can, Sheila went to the large window that decorated the left wall of her apartment. She leaned on the big wooden frame and looked at the stars.

She felt a spark course in her at that moment, like a connection. And to be honest, Delsin felt it too.